Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

"Flowers given by an unscrupulous man disgust me." Polly seemed surprised, but she took the flowers away. Little did I know this would happen again and again in the days that followed. It was as if Arnold had been cursed. Now, fearing that I wouldn't like them, he never delivered them using the same method. Everyone gradually came to know that I was passionately pursued, and my desk couldn't fit any more of those flowers. Polly was on the verge of crying. She'd say no every time, but Arnold would wear her down gently and convince her to take them in.

I called, my voice cracking with desperation. ***

That is a bad joke. I lick my lips and use my fork to scrape whatever sauce is left of the meal on the plate. 12 years of starvation has taught me a bitter lesson about wastage, even now that I have excess food at my disposal. I look up to the clock hanging on the wall and stand to my feet. "Thank you all for..." I feel nausea piling up in my stomach and an unwilling urge to throw up. I cover my hands with my lips and run out of the dining room. I stop at the foot of the stairs about to climb up when I feel the vomit pushing at my throat to roll out. I won't make it all the way up this desk and into our room.

Emily said. "Because you have no spine, your uncle and brothers just crushed my dream business. It is as if you do not want me to make my own money. I refuse to be dependent on you, Chloe. I refuse to be dependent on the Moons. I will discipline you when we get home," he said, and I think he let her go. Chloe was coughing. I must have been strangling her. "Now tell that prostitute to open the door so Emily can have a word with her," he ordered Chloe, but she remained silent. I stood, waiting for them to force their way in.

“Go wash that job-hunt stink and desperation off you. Then we’ll sit down and talk real business. I’ll break it all the way down to how the pussy-and-cash machine really runs. No fairy tales, no soft shit. Just how you turn this body into money that bites back.” Ten minutes later we rolled back into their crib. The second the door clicked shut, that thick-ass cloud hit me—weed smoke heavy, mixed with leftover perfume, stale pussy, and that unmistakable dried-cum stink hanging in the air like a signature. Sophia jerked her chin down the hallway, smirking. “My bedroom got the best shower, girl. Go wash that free-world desperation and failure sweat off your skin. Scrub hard because you still sm

I said, desperation edging my voice, that eternal debt to him feeling like crushing weight on my shoulders. "Just go ahead and name something," I said, trying to think quickly. Almost instantaneously, I saw flashes in my mind of every single possible loophole I could find in this nasty deal. Desperation continued to rise with every passing moment inside my entire being, like a tide that threatens to pull me whole and drown.

Like too big shoes that will never fit your feet and forever only give you blisters. Since he had gotten rid of hope, he had been sitting hopelessly drunk at some counter until his days would blur, and everything in them would seem even duller than before. He wore desperation like a comfortable coat and snuggled into it, he'd feel relieved, because without hope you cannot get disappointed and won’t ever disappoint anyone else.

I was at my prime age, where my needs ruled me so much that they painfully yet sweetly intruded on my daily life. One day, I went into the field to harvest some corn. The moment I stepped among the rows of corn, it felt as if I was possessed. My vision blurred, and a sudden heat surged through my veins. I knew that my sickness was back. In a panic, I tugged down my pants and instinctively pressed myself against a cornstalk, though it felt too thin to satisfy my needs. But since there wasn't anything else that could help, I had to make do. I could feel myself turning into someone I barely recognized as I slowly lost myself in the itching heat. As desire took over, only my ragged, low-pitched

I asked. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, “Three months, perhaps.” He answered. “You have the worse luck getting sex, now Anna is going to date you, but won’t let you touch her.” I said. “That’s hilarious.” I added. He turned facing the ceiling, he laughed “You’re crazy” he said to me. “I could get sex if I want, I could get down with any girl in a club if I ever wanted.” “You have been sex-starved Andy. How about we do it together?” I said looking at his face “It won’t be weird, we have known each other for long, its better hooking up with a stranger just to get pleasure.”

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.